The next day, you and Drakreanor stand in front of the Great portal. Your shining armor flashes in the morning sun, concealing your wings. A long, gleaming sword hangs from your belt, supplemented by a bow slung along your back.
Sure, these weapons had more glamour than your concealed submachinegun, but you felt militarily useless, after having fought against the mechanized Mylandian army for nearly all your life. "At least the armor makes us look extremely sexy." Drak noted, grinning lavishly.
Hot girls cheered from the stands, filling you with a heady, yet cringing feel. You wave back, creating a ecstatic scream from the wild females. That's right Legolas, once I teleport into your world, I'll 'out-handsome' you so badly, you'd have to start dating dwarves. The thought of it brought an almost Sauron-like smile to your face.
Not willilng to be outdone by a mere human, Drak, himself layered with thick, layered battle armor, roared and posed fiercely. Instantly, all the female dragons swooned, hissing and shrieking with suggestive glances as if Drak had been the lead singer of a rock concert. "Enjoy it while it lasts Drak, cause there aren't too many female dragons in Middle Earth." you snort, poking him.
Making a final goodbye, you open the portal and jump in head first. After the long, pulling feel of the warp, the vortex spits you out. You look around, and find yourself...
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